Tag: Relationships
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It’s easy, after a breakup, to get stuck in the why. Why did this happen? Why didn’t they try harder? Why wasn’t I enough? I’ve asked all of those questions — more times than I care to admit. But lately,…
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Last night, I made a mistake. Not a catastrophic one — but one that reminded me just how delicate healing can be. Back when everything first happened, I removed one of my wife’s friends from Facebook. Emotions were raw, and…
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A reflection on emotional and psychological abuse, and the difficult process of naming harm for what it really was.
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Hey, I know this hurts.You’re carrying the weight of love, loss, confusion, and betrayal all at once. It’s okay that it still tugs at you. It’s okay that part of you wants to believe that if you just say the…
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Today, I got the keys to my new place. You’d think I’d feel some relief — some joy, even. But mostly, I just feel grief. Four years gone in a matter of weeks. For what? What was it all about?…
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I’ve come to a stark realisation. I’ve been fighting so hard for the person I love. But the person I’m fighting? It’s the wrong person. The person I’m fighting now is a shadow — a ghost of the woman I…
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I don’t know what I’m waiting for, is there anything they can do? Tormented by my thoughts, and all because of … I don’t want to keep going over it, but my brain can’t seem to stop Thoughts of…
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A personal reflection on betrayal, emotional absence, and the quiet cruelty of realising someone beside you is no longer truly with you.
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You’ve never met me.You’ve never met her, either — not in the flesh.But you still thought it was okay to whisper behind my back, to feed the fantasy, to slip yourself between us. You knew she was married. You knew…
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I’m sorry I was distant, not just because things were tough. I’m sorry I wasn’t intimate; you needed human touch. I’m sorry I let you feel, love was far away. But let me tell you something, I loved you every…
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It’s almost laughable how predictable this all is. Now that the truth has come out — that she was emotionally involved with someone else while we were still together — she’s started trying to rewrite the story. Telling friends and…
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Earlier today, my wife gave me something I needed so badly: her time — and the truth. We talked. She explained everything. She acknowledged what she did was wrong and offered a genuine apology. And in that space, I also…
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There’s a dangerous little voice that creeps in during the quiet moments — usually when you think you’re starting to feel okay. It says: “They seem upset… maybe they’re having second thoughts.” It’s such a subtle, seductive thought. It doesn’t…
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I’m shouting because you hurt me in the worst way possible. I’m shouting because in some fucked up way, despite everything. I still love you. I’m shouting because I want to hate you. I’m shouting because I’m angry. I’m shouting…
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For a long time, I thought “regaining control” meant taking action — making bold moves, drawing lines in the sand, walking away with my head high. And in some ways, it is that. But what I’ve come to learn recently…
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Sometimes, the smallest moments expose the biggest truths. For me, it wasn’t the arguments, the silence, or even the heartbreak that made things crystal clear.It was the dogs. After a long period of reflection and emotional exhaustion, I told my…
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This is an unscheduled post, so posts after it will be a bit older than when this happened. Only by a day or so, but I wanted to share this one as it’s kind of huge. There’s something uniquely cruel…
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There’s a strange kind of relief in hearing something you didn’t want to hear. Not because it feels good — it doesn’t — but because it puts an end to the wondering. The waiting. The slow, daily erosion of “what…
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I opened myself up again.Despite the trauma.Despite the last time nearly breaking me.Despite every instinct telling me to shut it all down and go numb.I stayed. I felt it. I fought. But I think I’ve just been swinging at shadows.
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I don’t know if this is a turning point or the end of the road. I guess that’s the kind of thing you only figure out looking back. Right now, all I know is that I made a mess of…
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